Autumn Awe-Awareness

A few glimpses,

at what sends Autumn's awe-meter over the top...

Thank-you, Lord

Awareness is fine-tuned to how the wind is winnowing the bough

Of supple sigh and so we try to linger longer in the Now

We loiter under arbors where we look up-up to stare and stare

At nature’s oh-so-fine design of leaf-motifs on sheafs of air

We seek out orchard-bowers bent with harvest’s rosy remanent

And feel earth’s pull; intangible mingling of gladness and lament

We polish Reason’s silver spoon and see a picnic afternoon

Beckoning, so we smile and go to steep our souls in Autumn’s boon

Of sunrise and set snared aloft in little leaf-mirrors soon doffed

Of nature’s wreath lowered beneath footsteps that fall, muffled and soft

Of treetops shedding threads, red-gold; autumn’s raiment is hard to hold

Of hearts that break with delight’s ache, of winds that tug, sassy and bold

Of dawn, rushing yon eastward rim where mercy’s renewed favors brim

To frameless sweeps where nameless deeps flood earth with heaven’s worship hymn

To rekindle the simple thrill from pumpkins perched on porch and sill

Or leaves tossed wild to long-lost child that romps and runs from hill to hill

© Janet Martin